image play continues…
digitally and on paper. What happens surprises and intrigues me. It’s like trying to remember and interpret a fleeting dream.
Which I have been doing lately. Dreaming, fueled by sleep and cold medication is intense. The dreams are thick and sticky things, melting with the light of day like butter in a skillet.
In other news…
I have a day to myself!
Planting Along The Verge 
Get well ASAP! This piece is fab.
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Thank you Gloria! Heavy pine pollen in my part of the world is making many of us miserable!
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Kind of scary, those quietly jumping ghosts.
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Kristin, it is kind of a dark image at first look but sometimes those jumping guys seem kind of…comical. I do love hearing other peoples interpretations! Thank you.
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